Hamlet: To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Me: To act, or to watch, that is the question:
Hamlet: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
Me: Is it better to suffer
Hamlet: The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Me: The pain of tragedy,
Hamlet: Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
Me: Or to take action against the evil force,
Hamlet: And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep
Me: And end their lives myself: to die, to rest
Hamlet: No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
Me: To end; and by rest I mean to eliminate
Hamlet: The heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
Me: The pain and suffering brought by tragedy
Hamlet: That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Me: He is my own flesh and blood? It is satisfying
Hamlet: Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep,
Me: To hope. To die, to rest
Hamlet: To sleep, perchance to Dream; Ay, there's the rub,
Me: Or dream; There is the problem,
Hamlet: For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
Me: After death, the dreams that come,
Hamlet: When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Me: When we have escaped this terror,
Hamlet: Must give us pause. There's the respect
Me: We must take time, and show respect
Hamlet: That makes Calamity of so long life:
Me: For the wonders of an honorable life:
Hamlet: For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
Me: Who would carry the burden of time,
Hamlet: The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely,
Me: The guilt, the proud man's pride,
Hamlet: The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay,
Me: The pain of love, and the burden of the Law,
Hamlet: The insolence of Office, and the Spurns
Me: The mistakes of a leader, and the thorns
Hamlet: That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
Me: That innocent men take,
Hamlet: When he himself might his Quietus make
Me: When he himself gives thought
Hamlet: With a bare Bodkin? Who would Fardels bear,
Me: With a sword? Who could officials take,
Hamlet: To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
Me: To punish them with a life of misery,
Hamlet: But that the dread of something after death,
Me: But the dreadful, awaiting afterlife,
Hamlet: The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn
Me: The undiscovered future, from those who
Hamlet: No Traveller returns, Puzzles the will,
Me: Never return, frightened eternally,
Hamlet: And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Me: We prefer to suffer here on Earth,
Hamlet: Than fly to others that we know not of.
Me: Than enter an afterlife of uncertainty.
Hamlet: Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
Me: Therefore, our conscience takes over,
Hamlet: And thus the Native hue of Resolution
Me: And leads us to a Resolution
Hamlet: Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought,
Me: Overshadowed by a cloud of thought,
Hamlet: And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
Me: And the system of perfection through action,
Hamlet: With this regard their Currents turn awry,
Me: With this idea, we turn the other direction,
Hamlet: And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
Me: And abandon action... --You are innocent,
Hamlet: The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy Orisons
Me: My love, Ophelia! Your beauty, in my prayers
Hamlet: Be all my sins remembered.
Me: My sins never forgotten.
